Classic Poem

Also the darkness falling on thy face,
The shadows as they dance, and flit, and hover,
Display in every line a novel grace,
In every dimple deeper charms discover,
Showing in arc of lid, in curve of lip,
The twilight wonder of God's workmanship.

The twilight wonder of some gentle thought
Translated into beauty gently fair,
Some eyelid-languor by a vision wrought,
Some record of an often-whispered prayer,
Some hope, by daylight hidden for a while,
Blossoming in the shadow as a smile.

O sweetest face, how varying light reveals
The various beauties that thy lines possess.
The twilight shows the charm that noon conceals,
Yet noonday has its own bright loveliness.
And evermore, both noon and night, we see
God's love and holiness illumine thee.